Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be.
As a friend, as a friend, as an old Enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest, as a friend, as an old memory.
Memory ah, Memory ah, Memory ah.
Come doused in Mud, soaked in Bleach, as I want you to be.
As a trend, as a friend, as an old Memory ahhh.
Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh.
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh, Memory ahh. (Don't have a Gun.)
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
(Memory ahh, Memory ahh)
- Nirvana
Dedicated to my frenemy, tj..
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